I actually managed to do some writing and some house-cleaning last week, in preparation for the fencing weekend. Then I got to spend two days waving longswords (brain fried at almost exactly 3pm both days) with SSS Sheffield [External Link]. The strangest thing out of all of this was that the house remained in near habitable condition – even with house guests – right up until I brought the Hellhounds home. Now there’s dog hair everywhere again.
In terms of writing, I’ve finished my first draft of a “superhero” (ish) story that may work out in time to be submitted to the Crossed Genres [External Link] anthology. In what is available for writing this week, I hope to get back into A Granted Wish. But I’m driving up to Edinburgh some time Friday to spend a couple of days waving smallswords around.
Yeah, that means I’m having to decide between cleaning, packing, writing or doing nothing constructive when not working, walking the dogs, sleeping, or eating. I suspect nothing constructive will win because I just found a new game on Facebook…